Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

A/n1: Some of you were a bit disappointed that Lovi didn't get to realize his bondage-fantasy – and truthfully, you had all rights to be disappointed. But I couldn't fit the bondage into the chapter anymore, so I decided to throw it out… ah, but I did write something bondage-ish in this chapter in order to give Lovino the pleasure of a kink-fantasy coming true – well, at least somewhat. *frowns* Yay! Hopefully, this'll please you, kind readers. Oh yes, I certainly hope so. ^^

A/n2: Next week, it's Sinterklaas in the Netherlands on December 5th and 6th. It's a very popular, traditional celebration in my country, kind of like the Dutch variant of Santa Claus, but different. Just check Wikipedia if you want to find out more about him. The days before and right after Sinterklaas, I'll be too busy with buying/receiving presents and celebrating with friends to be able to upload next week – so I'm afraid you'll have to wait a week longer for the next chapter.

You understand, right? ^^;;;;

** Bottoms-Up! **

Chapter XI:

Lonely Swedish – The Bum Bum Song
(Tom Green)

Call me old-fashioned, traditional or just a very stubborn, crabby, yet smokin' hot Italian, but I… I really wanted to get married someday.

I didn't even exactly know why. Maybe it was because of my religious background. Maybe it was because of the atmosphere inside most churches – static, yet beautiful, modest, yet overwhelming, stern, yet accepting. Maybe it was because I was such a romantic person. Or maybe it was because of the cloths you got to wear when getting married.

You know…the groom would be looking very handsome and sexy and hot and the bride would be really breathtaking, with gorgeous dresses and flowers in her hair… romance almost pouring out of the fucking walls… being surrounded by friends and family… being together…

Yeah…

I wondered if it would be any different with same-sex marriages.

Sure, instead of one groom and one bride, there would be two grooms or two brides, and instead of hearing the priest say "you may kiss the bride now", he would probably say something like "you may kiss the other guy now", but… what else would be different about it? Would that be the only thing?

And… and… w-well, just how would I like to see it happen? A marriage between a guy and another guy, I mean?

N-not that I was thinking of something unrealistic like… like my and Antonio's future wedding. Hell no. Of course not. I sure as hell wasn't worrying myself with stupid, embarrassing things like "oooh, what would I wear~" or "I'll kill the Spanish bastard if the ring has a tomato on it", or "no way that asshole is asking Prussia and France as his best men, no fucking way" …

…b-but like I said, I wasn't thinking about that kind of shit at all.

…

…o-okay.

Let's… let's say I… sometimes liked to think about how the wedding of me and Antonio would look like, just in case one of us one day actually gathered enough courage to propose. But I only sometimes thought about it! Really! I hadn't thought this not-realistic wedding through like a girl would do, dammit, so shut the fuck up!

…alright, so the wedding would take place in a nice little chapel in Madrid, the one with the white bricks and the friendly priest Antonio and I had met last year. Also, there would be a shitload of flowers. Daisies and carnations. All of them either white or red or green or yellow. Y-you know, because I wanted the flowers to represent our flags. T-there's nothing weird about that!

And…

…and Antonio would be wearing white, since it suited him. Black also suited him, of course (hell, everything suited the stylish motherfucker), but if I would be stupid enough to wear white, everybody would be snickering and poking each other and saying stuff like "Ohh, looks like Roma's the bride!~" and then I'd have to kill some people/nations (coughFranceandPrussiacough) and I really didn't want to do that on my wedding day, I would be smudging my nice suit, dammit, so that's why I would be wearing black!

S-so… then, when I would walk down the aisle (no no, NOT because I would be the bride, dammit, b-but because I'd want to see Antonio stare at me all lovingly and "God, you're so beautiful, I love you so much, Lovi~" –like and that would make me feel pretty damn sexy and wanted and special and that's good), I'd make sure to look absolutely perfect. You know – I'd have the perfect suit, the perfect haircut, the perfect make-u – accessories, dammit, and, of course, the perfect…

…the perfect… a-and most handsome…

…h-husband, I… I guess…

S-see? See?

I hadn't thought it through at all, see? I-I told you so! Only some rough sketches in the back of my mind, that's all!

…and maybe I also had some nice drawings of our future wedding in the secret sketchbook I kept in Antonio's study. M-maybe, dammit, so that doesn't mean I actually had!

…

Yes. Me and Antonio's future wedding. That was the current subject of my inner thoughts the morning after the rope-fiasco. Pretty embarrassing, right?

Well, fuck you.

At least it was ten times better than the agonizing thought about what had happened yesterday-night.

xXx

So we had sex last night.

…t-two times.

The first time, we did it downstairs, on the red couch – which was unbelievable uncomfortable. Antonio and I could barely move and if we moved, there was this ungodly noise coming out of my mouth that not only made Antonio groan in lusty pleasure, but it also made him very determined to keep… m-moving in and out fucking slowly like that, just to hear me gasp and whimper for more.

…y-yeah…

A-anyway, the second round was more of an incident – it wasn't really planned or anything, it just happened to… happen.

We were still lying on the couch, still recovering our breaths from the first… sexual activity, when I told Antonio that I was tired and that he should carry me to bed, since I was having too much ass-pains to walk or stand up at that point. Naturally, Antonio complied and was very sweet to me when he brought me to the bedroom, kissing me, caressing me, holding and hugging me... nothing wrong with all of that, actually, s-since I actually liked all of that a lot and even kept on muttering how much I kind of loved him and s-shit like that…

…but after we had reached the bedroom, Antonio suddenly (and very unexpectedly) asked me why I had brought so many kinky bondage-stuff with me from my visit to Prussia and why I had tied myself up so very sexily while he had been busy catching some z's, right on the friggin' couch next to me.

And I didn't really know why – maybe it was because I was trying to act flirty again – but I foolishly told him that light-bondage turned me on like there's no tomorrow.

And then he started to shake and bite his lips and pant and mutter something like "unf, oh my god, Lovi" before he threw me on the bed, jumped right on top of me and made me see flickering stars and moons and maybe even a couple of suns as we, once again, had disgustingly hot sex.

…and once again, without ropes.

I guess that even only the thought of me, restrained and flushed and extremely turned on because of some cords (nicely wrapped around my needy, sweaty, shivering body), was enough to make Antonio horny as hell.

So…

…s-so I wasn't surprised when he told me/breathed hotly in my ear that he didn't really wanted to use any bondage on me if I wasn't okay with it...

B-but…

I-I was okay with it…

...and I actually told him I was…

…and so… and…

…w-well, let's just say that there was a reason why long strips of hastily torn-apart, white, linen fabric were bound around my wrists when I woke up the morning after.

…

No! I-I won't tell the reason, dammit! I won't tell, I won't I won't I won't, so shut up!

…

He used the sheets to tie me to the bed halfway through sex.

…

GODDAMMIT.

xXx

After thinking about the sex I had last night and thinking about me and Antonio's wedding (that was probably never going to happen anyway), I finally decided to open my eyes.

Ouch.

Fuck. I sighed when I felt a familiar pain somewhere down my waist and scowled, digging my nails in the softness that was my thigh.

Well, feels like somebody got topped last night, isn't that right, Lovino?~

Ugh.

I tried to ignore my own half-hearted disappointment in failing yet again to top Antonio (and so willingly, I had failed so fucking willingly!) and decided to focus my attention on the white pieces of sheet around my wrists instead, s-since that bastard never had taken the time to fully untie me after the… happenings from last night.

…sure, at least he had been kind enough to untie me from the headboard before falling asleep on top (where else?) of me, but still, the skin just below the palms of my hands hurt, dammit!

'S-stupid asshole…' I mumbled quietly, careful to not wake the sleeping nation next to me, and impatiently pulled on the tight knots of the strips around my wrists, gritting my teeth in annoyance when I figured I simply didn't have the strength this early in the morning to untie myself.

Oh, well, wasn't that just great. I groaned, stared at my hands and was about to wonder what I would try next, when suddenly two tanned hands grabbed one of mine.

'Ah, let me help you with that, Lovi…'

I breathed in slowly when the hands just as slowly took my hand away, pulled my hand to a dark, naked chest, and made my hand rest against it.

I hesitated, but then cautiously rolled on my side, glaring at the sleepy Spaniard next to me.

'S-so. You're already awake.' I remarked.

'So are you, aren't you?' Antonio smiled and started to untie my wrist without looking away from me.

I blushed, but didn't say anything back because I didn't really know what to say. I blamed his eyes for that, though. Damn those stupid eyes. I hated his fucking eyes. They were just… just way too pretty, dammit… I doubted there were eyes more beautiful than his, really.

'You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, you know that?' Antonio all of a sudden said, softly pulling the long strip of sheet from my wrists and giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

Oh?

xXx

'What?' I frowned and narrowed my eyes instinctively, '…wh-what the hell are you talking about?'

'Your eyes, Lovino.' He laughed when he saw the utterly confused look on my face and began untying my other wrist just as well, '…they're very beautiful, very pretty.'

'You've got to be fucking kidding me. There's nothing special about my eyes, you idiot. They're… hell, they're not brown, they're not green… they're just…plain boring.' I muttered, evading his passionate eyes.

Antonio put a warm hand on the side of my face and let his thumb touch and linger on my chin, lips and cheek for a while, before turning my head back to him again.

I huffed and deepened my frown, but couldn't help but blush a bit more intensively when I noticed he had moved closer to me, his nose almost touching mine as he stared into my eyes.

'Your eyes, boring?' He chuckled and placed a hand on the back of my head, '…silly Lovi… hey, did you know I still haven't figured out just what color of eyes you have? I just haven't. There are too many colors in there for me to count, my love… Ah, don't you get it? I wish you would hurry up and realize just how beautiful you and your so-called "plain" eyes are…'

I cringed a bit. '…f-fuck, Antonio. Do you really have to call me beautiful? Shit, at least call me "handsome" or "hot" or "temperamental", but don't call me beautiful like I'm some kind of girl! B-besides…'

'Besides what?' Antonio asked, before a q-quite muscular, yet smooth arm carefully wrapped itself around my frame to pull me into a tight hug as his other hand continued to stroke the back of my head.

I felt my bottom-lip started to twist a bit and growled softly, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

'…b-besides… I'm not even that fucking beautiful.'

The Spaniard was quiet for a moment, before he let out a soft, amused sigh. 'Ah… going on the angsty tour again, aren't you?~'

I looked up from his neck to glare at him, cheeks burning with embarrassment. 'D-don't call it that, y-you moron! Shit, I can't help it, it's not like having a… a… l-l-lover like you… makes me more confident about… myself…'

'Yep, that's definitely the angsty tour.'

'J-just… just shut the fuck up!'

'Ah, I can't, Lovi…'

Antonio smiled and suddenly made me roll over so I was lying on my back again – but now with a hot, butt-naked Spanish idiot leaning over me, his hands placed next to either side of my face as he bent over, moved closer to me, never losing that loving smile of his.

I swallowed softly when one of his hands caressed my blushing face, b-but like hell I was going to say something sappy like "kiss me already d-dammit~~~" or crap like that…

…n-no, I really wasn't, dammit!

...

...n-not right away, that is...

'Oh Lovino. Telling me to shut up while you're giving yourself a hard time again… ah, you know that's impossible for me to do…' The Spanish nation pressed a kiss on my cheek, his fingers still drawing small, heart-like (what the fuck?) patrons on my face.

'Sh-shutting up isn't impossible at all, d-dammit, not even for an idiot like you…' I weakly snapped at him with a faltering voice, before I closed my eyes and leaned my face up – j-just a bit, just a little bit – to press my lips against his for a second or two. Antonio was pleasantly surprised by this small gesture of affection and blushed, I felt he did, just like I felt he immediately kissed me back.

Antonio liked it, me taking initiative. He really liked it. He also liked it if I made dinner out of the blue (shut up, it happened every now and then) and he liked it even more when I actually cooked Spanish food for us, since I most of the time only cooked Italian dishes and refrained myself from other kinds of dishes.

Why? Well, because the Italian kitchen kicked too much massive ass to be put aside by lame dishes from Spain, France, America or other lousy countries that weren't Italian.

Hm? It's true! Just go ask my brother if you don't believe me!

xXx

So anyway…

After making out for another good five minutes (and nearly choking into Antonio's way too enthusiastic smooch of love and death), I decided it was time to breathe again and put my hands on Antonio's shoulders to push him up, away from my face.

I could actually feel a long, gross string of saliva was taken out of my mouth by his tongue the second Antonio pulled away. He ignored the long trail of spit between us and didn't even bother to wipe our faces clean as he rested his weight on my body a bit more, giving me a light peck on the lips.

'…are you feeling better already, my love?~'

'M-maybe…' I stammered, flushing and furiously shoving my hands into his face to w-wipe away th-that annoying spit-string, '…b-but not thanks to you!'

'Of course not.' Antonio chuckled and somehow managed to kiss my rubbing hands, making them freeze instantly. T-that bastard, d-dammit… I quickly pulled my temporarily paralyzed hands back and pressed them on my face, partly because I wanted to prevent it from exploding due to an impressive overload of… of… shit, I don't know, facial-blood or something, I suppose…

…b-but mostly because I wanted to hide th-that fucking shy smile on my lips, goddammit…

…what! D-don't give me that look! S-smiling like a lovesick bastard was a token of weakness, alright! I-I couldn't let him think I was weak, could I?

Yes, you could. And you know.

…

D-dammit, dammit…

xXx

When I finally felt brave enough to look up again, I was greeted with Antonio's bright eyes, staring at me in silent admiration as he ran a hand through my hair lazily. Then he all of a sudden opened his mouth, as if he had waited for me to look at him before saying something.

'I love these two days of the week the most of all, you know?'

His green orbs were big and beautiful, just like his smile, and I couldn't help but blush and stare at him. I almost didn't see my own hands slowly disappear behind his head. Almost.

'W-what do you mean? What two days? And what's so special about them?'

Antonio blinked and looked up to the ceiling for a moment, before his smile widened even more, maybe because I was carefully winding some of his bouncy curls around my fingers – i-it just felt really nice, okay! D-damn him and his stupid… soft hair…

'Ah, you don't know?' He laughed quietly, '…it's Saturday, Lovino! Weekend! Time to take a break from our hectic life as countries – well, not really take a break, but still, ahahaha – and stay in bed all day long!~'

I involuntarily frowned a bit.

Saturday, huh? Wasn't there something I had planned for today? Something important? I had, hadn't I? Crap, why couldn't I remember?

'Lovino…'

I shuddered when I heard the hoarse tone of his voice.

Oh, that's why.

Antonio's hot lips were suddenly all over my throat, kissing me while teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. His perverted hands were sliding downwards, over the slight curves of my trembling body. I gasped, but restrained a moan when I felt he slowly, very, very slowly clamped his hands on both my ass-cheeks and squeezed.

…

W-well.

Thinking about what I had to do today was all of a sudden not important anymore, not at all, not when a greedy Spaniard was feeling me up like this.

'Ah, Lovi…' He began to suck on the skin right below my ear, only pausing to whisper my name and sweet nothings to me over and over again.

'Lovi… ah, Lovi, my lovely Lovi… how wonderful you feel, my love…'

Oh god oh god those lips those licks that tongue oh fuck.

I whimpered and cramped up a bit. I had to force myself to keep on breathing, in and out, in and out, because… because shouldn't I be used to this already, shouldn't I know already just… just how that bastard made me feel, and shouldn't I do something, do something kinky and sexy to provoke some kind of reaction, a very surprised reaction out of him…

I-I could always try, right?

O-okay then.

'M-mouth…' I muttered softly, tugging on his hair a bit, '…mouth, d-dammit, mouth…'

Antonio pulled away from the side of my face to give me a curious look, smiling mildly. 'What's that, Lovi? Something wrong?'

'N-no, dammit, it's just… it's just…' I sighed shakily, trying to ignore the playful hands on my behind, '…d-don't kiss me there, d-dammit… I don't want you to kiss me there…'

'R-right…' Antonio nodded hastily, an embarrassed blush spreading across his face, '…a-ah… sorry, I thought you liked it when I kissed you somewhere close to your ears… is… is there somewhere else I can kiss you, Lovi? 'Cause I really want to kiss you, I really, really want to kiss you very badly, no matter where or what… just tell me where…'

I pressed my lips together to prevent a giddy smile from showing up and placed my unsure hands on the sides of his s-stupid face in order to cup it and bring it closer to mine, quickly and somewhat teasingly rubbing my nose against his as I did so.

'M-mouth... m-my mouth… k-kiss me on my mouth, d-dammit…'

I even managed to steal a firm kiss from him.

Antonio just stared at me after I drew back again, his blush increasing in intensity rapidly. Then he chuckled a bit – obviously heavily charmed by my rather shameless kiss – and nodded again, this time without taking his eyes away from mine.

'I… I'd be happy to kiss you there, Lovi…'

'G-good.' I mumbled, and would have folded my arms if I could, but I couldn't, so I didn't.

Antonio smiled, happily and very excitedly, before he smeared our lips together again for another kiss and hugged me tighter.

And I let him.

I delightedly let him.

xXx

Soon, it became very clear to me that Antonio wanted to go… hum… all the way.

Wasn't that difficult to figure out, really: his hands kneading my ass, his kisses becoming more and more sloppy and passionately by the minute and his very lively churro impatiently pressing against my leg were a dead giveaway of his obvious arousal.

But I didn't mind it, really… I guess my mind had also gone really hazy and horny in a matter of mere seconds, s-so I think I very much appreciated Antonio's wavering hands and grinding hips, I… I very much liked it, yes, I liked it enough to forget about my still somewhat painful butt and I wasn't even resisting him in the least when Antonio sneaked his hand underneath one of my thighs and hoisted it up slightly.

…h-hell, I even helped him with that by grabbing my thigh myself to jerk it up some more. It probably was quite a sight, since Antonio moaned softly when he saw me doing that, before giving me a possessive, deep kiss.

'Is it okay?' he panted right after breaking the short, yet hot kiss, breathing against my lips hopefully, '…I-I know we did it twice yesterday and I know you're probably still in pain, but god, Lovi, you're just so irresistible, you turn me on so much…'

'Okay,' I heard myself answer – a bit too quickly and too eagerly to my liking, '…o-okay, go ahead, b-but hurt me and… and I'll kill you, d-dammit…'

'I won't hurt you… ah, I promise I'll make it as pleasantly as possible for you, my love…'

'…t-then it's fine…'

Antonio smiled and slipped some of his fingers into his mouth to make them slick and smooth, smirking at me with shining eyes when he saw me looking at him (with probably the most nasty and dirty facial expression I had ever shown to him), as I also raised my other leg up in the air, giving him even more permission to do to me whatever the hell he wanted to do to me…

…when suddenly the annoying, irritating and momentarily very much unwanted and hated ringtone of my phone shot right through the sultry atmosphere.

xXx

Well, fuck.

Of all the times I had been called, this had to be the most inconvenient phone call of all.

Sure, I had been called during meetings, siestas and during other not really important activities multiple times already, but getting a phone call when you were just about to have sex with your hot boyfriend… t-that was just cruel, very, very cruel, especially when your boyfriend was a ditzy idiot with a ridiculous short span of attention.

Like mine.

'Isn't that your phone?' Antonio said, voice indeed all normal and happy and regular again as he curiously looked around him, one of his hand still closed around my thigh while the other one was absentmindedly wiped clean to the sheets, '…ahahaha, oh Lovi, I didn't know you liked Mika!~'

And then I certainly knew the ambiance was effectively ruined.

I flushed, groaned and kicked his good-for-nothing hand away from my thigh, feeling a bit better when I heard Antonio shriek in surprise.

'Ouch! Lovino, that hurt!'

'Well, I'm sorry I didn't make it "as pleasantly as possible" for you, you oblivious asshole.'

He frowned, holding his hand. 'That sounds awfully familiar…'

'Ugh, never mind…'

I sighed, disappointed, but then straightened myself up, wrapping some sheets around me as I slid off the bed and looked around on the ground.

Where was it, where was that evil sunnuvabitch telephone, I wanted to find it ASAP so that I could destroy it in all peace, dammit, dammit, just when it was about to get really good, too, fucking shit damn –

Oh, there it was.

It was lying on a pile of neatly folded clothes (my clothes, naturally – seems like Antonio had had the decency to take my clothes with us when he brought me upstairs yesterday) and it kept playing that embarrassing song about fucking lollipops over and over again until I snatched it from the pile and seriously considered to smash it against the wall.

But in the end my curiosity and natural hatred for smashing things that were mine won it from my rage and I growled, staring at the screen of my phone (unknown caller… hm…) for a bit, before answering it.

'Who the fuck is it, dammit!'

Antonio, who was stretching himself for some reason, turned to me to give me a disapproving glance. 'Language, Lovi.'

'I wasn't talking to you…' I narrowed my eyes as I glared at the Spaniard, '…Spain.'

'Ouch.' Antonio smiled weakly, '…ah, calling me Spain again... that actually hurts me more than your kick did, Lovino…'

I wanted to say something mean to him, when I suddenly heard an annoyed sigh and the clear sound of a clicking lighter on the other side of the line.

'Shit, Romano. Were you actually busy fucking that bastard Spain? I feel sorry for you.'

The voice inhaled deeply – was he smoking? I felt my blood run cold and automatically turned my back to Antonio, pulling up the sheets around my waist a bit more.

Oh god. Now I remembered.

I had another appointment today. With the Netherlands – one of the few countries Antonio absolutely, truly, whole-heartedly despised.

And I hadn't told Antonio yet about my plan of going to the Netherlands today.

…

Oh shit.